Timmy X Trixie Novels & Stories

I have a high alcohol tolerance, so I don’t get drunk easily. "Umm… it’s not that we don’t want you or don’t want to hang out with you. It’s just that we promised each other before we came here that we wouldn’t hang out with boys. Umm… sorry," Trixie shyly said, looking at me. I secretly gave her a thumbs up and smiled at her. What she said was right. But I hope these guys don’t insist anymore to avoid any trouble. "How about just 5 minutes? Or… more," one of them insisted.

Timmy, the third of the triplets, shrieked tugging at me with my designer bag. "What is it, darling?" I asked, smiling down at him. "Are we going home?" Ted, the first of the triplets, asked me, holding onto his kite. He had asked the question which his brother had wanted to ask. But before I could answer his question, Theo, ever inquisitive with his sharp eyes, looked up at me. He was the smartest of the triplets and was ready to ask questions until he had answers. "When are we going back to Massachusetts? How long are we staying in Louisiana? Do you think we will ever make new friends, Mommy?"

he said, just as fiercely. “—and you proved me wrong in under thirty seconds,” I finished. “Do you have any idea how stupid that makes me feel?” He took a step closer. I stepped back. “I didn’t ask for this,” I continued, voice shaking despite my best effort. “I didn’t ask to care. I didn’t ask to trust you. And you stood there and let some woman—” “Trixie,” he interrupted. I blinked. “What?” “Her name is Trixie,” he said. “She’s… from high school. I dated her briefly. Years ago. She’s a friend of the bride.”

The words caught in Damien's throat, reduced to a murmur only he could hear. He watched as James called for the doctor and had Timothy's cast removed. Timothy jumped and bounced around joyfully. His foot had only been sprained during soccer and had never needed a cast in the first place. In other words, Damien had used him. Damien watched Timothy walk toward him with his suit jacket in hand. Suddenly, he felt too ashamed to face either Beverly or Timothy. "Daddy, Mommy said she'll take me, Harry, and Este to Cosmic Park this weekend," Timothy chirped happily as he grabbed Damien's hand.

No piece of knitted wool could bridge that gap. But I smiled and didn't refuse this either. "Thank you for remembering," I said, my voice even. Matthew leaned forward in his wheelchair. "Emma, we've tried to find you for so long. We wanted to—" "Mommy!" Lily's voice called from inside the house. "Daddy says it's time for more cake!" By the end, my arms were too full to hold anything more. "I should go," I said, cutting off whatever Matthew had been about to say.

she said, "Are you and Mary in a secret relationship?" Timothy looked flabbergasted. "What? No!" Freya gave Tiffany a look that said 'He's not to be trusted.' "Are you sure?" she asked, "Because if you do, we totally understand. In fact, you wouldn't be the first in this friendship to do it–" Tiffany rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, very funny." Freya poked out her tongue at her. Timothy said, "I'm heading to class," and he got up without another word of goodbye, and left the two of them at the table, bewildered.